Am I called Nigella after that world-famous cook Nigella Lawson? Ah … no … apparently when Suzanne and Karen visited me at my last home, Chloe was curled up next to Great Dane Bronte and I was sleeping alone in the bathroom … with a shoe. That was one of the reasons they brought me home … to give me the love and attention I craved. I was called DeNile then … but on the way home they decided to call me Nigella … after rejecting a whole heap of other (also serviceable) names. Why Nigella? There was a lightbulb moment in the front seat of the car just before we arrived at their (now “our”) home … and a reference to Nigel (as in “no friends”) and they agreed Nigella would suit me very well! I agreed.
Nigella ... 